Fairytale lover, where lies your heart?
Did you put it away like a piece of unfinished art?
Or is it captive to the whim and fancy,
Of the unconventional princess called, Nancy?
She never needed saving, or so she said,
Yet everyone she ever loved always ended up dead.
Now you’re heading toward a similar fate,
Losing your heart at the very first date.
You don’t seem too smart, or else you’d have known,
She’s not the kind to build a clone.
Her art is the people she loved,
Never a portrayal, always the true essence of her beloved.
That’s why her workshop always smells funny,
And you’ll never see her squint, even when it’s too sunny.
She’s seen the light and reversed,
“I’ll miss you” – a dialogue she’s never rehearsed.
She keeps them around, you know she does.
That explains a great deal of her fuss.
She’ll love you, oh she will,
And turn your words into the design of her quill.
She’s a witch they say, casting a love spell –
On hopeless romantics who believe in the magic of a wishing well.
She was the reason cupid fell from grace,
And broke his nose from the fall on his face.
Perhaps the first cause of why love can turn bad,
is a girl pining for the boy she never had.
